Puppies and here we go again!

Taking off for the Ansel Adams Wilderness with starchy tomorrow; this is certainly my month for being in the mountains. All things considered, the best place to be.

Coba and Rogue, faithful pack shelties, will be in attendance; Jez is once more staying behind to keep her brother company. Unfortunately, Pryde's health appears to be deteriorating even more. There will be some difficult decisions to be made upon my return.

Chaos is growing like garden weeds...and teething. He has his very front ones, and I think his rear carnassals; the puppy fangs look tiny and silly in his strong muzzle. Of course, this means he is teething, and he and I are in constant conflict over the baby tears plants that I don't want him touching, but he thinks feel just lovely to tear apart.

On the other hand, watching him chew a stick of firewood is all kinds of hilarious. The little beast is now tall enough that the shelties can walk under his belly (I know, this post should have pictures) and is beginning to look something like a collie. It's all pretty adorable.

I will be back in a week, bearing photos.

and must grow up today or spiral into pixel-dragon demise and oblivion; , , , and have got a little time yet.

Apparently, congress critters can sometimes be pretty cool.

"ma'am, trying to having a conversation with you would be like trying to argue with a dining room table."

I like this guy.